I have always thought that this story needed to be continued, so with much reverence to Alyssa Scott, here is my continuation of the story.

Ms. Allen carried Mike, still with the pacifier in his mouth, down the hall to the elavator, and then a few floors down. As they came up on the door that was their destination, Mike's eyes widened as he read NURSERY on the white door. "If only she would take her hands off of the pacifier!" he thought desperately.

"Don't worry, baby, we'll get you all fixed up in a minute," Ms. Allen said in a soothing voice as she laid the still naked Mike on a changing table. As she reached under the table, Mike saw his chance. He spit out the pacifier and stood up.

"Wait!" he cried in desperation. "I'm not a baby! My name is Mike! I came to the casino for my 20th birthday with a fake I.D.! This Mona chick got me up to her room, called you,...I don't belong here!"

"You should have thought about that before coming to a bar before your legal age, young man," she stated matter-of-factly as she pulled a thick diaper, baby powder, and other items out from under the changing table. Mike's eyes widened even more. "And besides, I would do anything for my sister." With that, she laid a dazed Mike back down on the table, and in seconds had him covered in baby powder and diapered.

"But...but...I don't...I'm not a baby!" Mike weakly argued. He was beginning to feel like a baby compared to these women. Ms. Allen didn't seem to be paying attention as she slipped a white shirt with a picture of a teddy bear on it over poor Mike's head. Then, scooping him up, she carried him over to a rocking chair in the corner.

"Oh, hush, little one," she said soothingly. "I know that you don't think that you're a baby, but believe me, you will be." She produced a baby bottle full of milk from a diaper bag at the side of the chair.

"But I don't want to be a baby!" Mike cried. "I'm twenty years old! I don't need diapers or a bottle! I'm a grown up!" he almost shouted, not realizing how immature his words were. "I want my clothes to be returned to me right now so I can leave this hellhole!"

Ms. Allen's eyes grew wide with a smirk on her face. "That's a very naughty word for a baby to use! I think Nurse Allen needs to wash his mouth out and give him a good spanking!" With that, she carried the struggling Mike over to the nursery sink, and turning on the water, put the soap under. When she deemed the soap to be wet and slippery enough, she plunged it into Mike's mouth. She then shut the water off, and carried a now crying Mike back to the rocking chair. Turning him over on her knew, she undid his diaper and proceeded with her business.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mike was bawling.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Although still crying, Mike was relieved that she only gave him six compared to Mona's ten. She then taped his diaper back up, and clutched him close to her breast. She then put the nipple of the bottle into his mouth.

Mike was still crying as the bottle went in, but somehow he couldn't cry as hard when he was suckling the nipple. I looked up with tear-stained eyes at Ms. Allen to see her smiling down at him.

"I know you're upset now," she started, "but it'll get better in time. You see, my sister Mona can't have children. Actually none of us can. Something about our height. Mona helped me get a baby just like you last year, and you're going to be Mona's. I'm sure you'll understand in time." Mike had heard enough. He had been through so much for one evening. As Ms. Allen started humming a lullabye, Mike just closed his eyes and hoped that this was all just a bad dream.

* * *

Mike woke up the next morning, not realizing where he was. He groggily opened his eyes. Looking up, he saw bars. "Oh, wonderful, I must have been arrested last night," he thought. No, wait. He seriously doubted prison cells were this little. And he didn't quite feel right either. Last night he had been wearing one of his nicest outfits. Now, he felt thickness between his legs, a t-shirt,...he sat up and looked down, and it all came back to him as the teddy bear on his shirt smiled up at him.

"Oh, God," he groaned. "Please be a dream." He closed his eyes and pinched himself. He slowly opened his eyes. "Oh God," he said again. He looked around further and noticed that he was no longer in the hotel nursery, but in a crib back in Mona's room. "MONA!" he yelled. He could hear her, but couldn't see her. "MONA!" No answer. He got an idea. Mustering as much dignity as he could, he cried out..."Mommy!"

"Well, look who's up!" Mona squealed as she came walking out of the bathroom. She grabbed him under his arms and pulled him up so that he was face to face with her, resting on her bossoms. God, she looked even more beautiful than last night.

"Mona, please, I.."

"Call me 'Mommy', young man," she admonished playfully.

"Please, listen to me. I'm sorry you can't have babies, but-"

"Well of course I can have a baby, silly!" she squealed with delight. "I have you don't I? Just look at yourself! Diaper... check. Cute night shirt... check. Sleeps in crib... check. You sure do seem like a baby to me!" Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing. "And I've proven that I can put you over my knee any time I see fit, as my sister did also I hear. And if you're not a baby, then why on earth is you diaper SOAKED?!" Her smile grew bigger as she watched a look of horror come over Mike's face.

"I was drunk last night!" he argued. "I don't need diapers!"

"Oh, I disagree," Mona stated as she laid him down on a changing pad that was on the bed. Keeping one hand on his stomach, so as not to let him wiggle too much, she produced another diaper. She smiled at his tiny erection as she pulled off the wet diaper. "Besides, it looks like someone enjoys getting his diaper changed!" Mike's face flushed, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Oh, don't cry baby," she said gently as she applied the baby powder and pulled the diaper up between his legs. She then returned him to the crib, giving another bottle of milk. "Now drink this up, or you're gonna get another spanking," she teasingly said, but it was enough for Mike to shove the nipple into his mouth and do whatever this madwoman said. "That's my good baby," she cooed.

As Mike drank the warm milk, he suddenly started feeling very dizzy. As his eyes fluttered shut, his mind tried to tell him something about a sleeping pill must have been...in..bottle...milk... ...and then he was out. He was still unconsious as he was strapped into a child's car seat and being driven to his new home for the start of his new life.

(To Be Continued.)

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